Cold By terimuso | March 13, 2015 Cold dug in my hands like a talon, razor edge without mark. Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print More Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
Haunting. Unable to feel breath on skin. Fully armored. Yet “wisdom” is not quite closure. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
terimuso: Poetry by Tammy Iralu 
Haunting. Unable to feel breath on skin. Fully armored. Yet “wisdom” is not quite closure.
LikeLiked by 1 person